The Grand Hall of the Frozen Cloud Asgard was a cathedral of silence and ice, a place where the air itself seemed to hold its breath in reverence. The vaulted ceilings, lost in shadows, looked down upon floors of polished blue marble that reflected the ghostly light of the floating ice crystals. It was a place of austerity, of discipline, where generations of women had sworn off worldly desires to cultivate the path of the absolute cold.
But tonight, the sanctity of the hall was being desecrated in the most magnificent way possible.
Around the crystal dais at the far end of the hall, the temperature was boiling. The frigid air clashed with the searing heat radiating from two bodies, creating a mist of steam that curled around the Sect Master's throne.
